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"Alright, everyone, open up your books, page 394!" Slughorn bellows jovially, his waistcoat straining around his vast middle. "That's it, hurry now, we have an hour to make your potions. Can anyone tell me what we're making today?"
My hand shoots up into the air. "Antidotes, sir?"
"Not quite, Miss Evans. You will creating your own potions in partners, and we will test them out next lesson. The Potion must have a reversible effect on the drinker, which is why you will need to study the structure of antidotes. Good Luck!"
I tie my hair back and pull out my Potions notes on antidotes, before I remember. "Professor, are you choosing partners?"
"Ahh, yes, Miss Evans. Black and Pettigrew. Potter and Miss Corner. Miss Evans and...hmm..."
Remus. Please Remus.
"How about..." Remus? "Snape. Oho! The best potioneers in your year! I expect great things from you two!" With that, he chuckles, and then starts assigning other partners, leaving me, thunderstruck. James lets out a shuddering breath next to me, and I squeeze his hand, before picking up my bag and hurrying over to the work-station where my former best-friend works alone.
Shoving my bag under the table, I light a fire under the cauldron with a flick of my wand and speak in a brisk voice.
"What should we make?"
"Lily-"
"I asked what you thought we should make, not what my name is."
He sighs and flicks through his textbook, which is covered is covered in scribbles and alterations, just like mine. He stops at the correct page, and I spot a hasty scribble in the corner of the page.
"Sectumsempra."
For Enemies.
He catches me looking and slams the book shut, but it's too late. "Sec-tum-sem-pra? What is that spell?"
"It's...umm...I made it up." He looks around wildly, but no one comes to his aid.
"For enemies? What does that mean?"
"It's none of your business." He snaps, and I flush slightly, walking quickly over to the supply cupboard and pulling out a handful of knotgrass. I feel a hand on my shoulder and jump, but it's only James.
"You okay Petal?"
"Y-Yeah. I'm fine."
"I can't believe Sluggy partnered you with Snivellus. If he tries anything-"
"I'll hex him until he remembers shampoo exists, you know that."
He smiles. "You should do that anyway. But promise me, if he does anything, you'll tell me."
"I'll tell you, James. I promise." He drops a kiss on my head, and walks off, back to his station, and I gather up the rest of the ingredients I need for a Potions base, and walk back over to our workstation.
"I thought we could make a Healing Potion." Snape says quietly, and I just nod, chopping up the knotgrass neatly.
"Lily, about what happened in fifth year, I'm-"
"Sorry? Sorry for what?" I snap sarcastically, now adding syrup of hellebore to our spitting potion.
"I didn't mean to call you Mudblood, Potter was just-"
"Annoying you, so you took it out on me! You call every Muggle-born Mudblood. Why should I be any different?"
He opens his mouth, then closes it again and shrugs helplessly. Just then, there's a loud shriek, and my knife slips, cutting deep into my thumb. Swearing angrily under my breath, I suck my bleeding thumb and turn around to see Helen Corner, squealing as her and James' potion crackles and spits.
Why did she bother taking Potions in the first place? She's terrible.
She blinks up at James flirtatiously, and I growl under my breath, then smile as he cuts her off with a sharp look.
To be near James, that's why.
As I turn around, Snape's looking at me curiously, and he looks sad.
"What happened to you hating Potter?"
"I never hated him, we just...disagreed."
"He's an arrogant-!" He sighs. "How could you lower yourself to someone like him?"
I try really hard not to explode, but it's proving difficult. "I didn't lower myself."
"It's obvious he's only using you! How could you do what he wants? He's below you!"
"James Potter is twice the man you'll ever be."
He falls silent, looking furious, and I point my wand at the cut on my hand, sighing in relief as the wound closes up, still fuming.
"What's he done to you?"
"Excuse me?"
"He's turned you against me."
"He's not the one who called me a Mudblood. You turned me against you. James did nothing."
"James." He sounds livid. "James. That's what you're calling him now."
"What are you talking about?"
"When did he become James?"
"It's none of your business." I snap.
We spend the rest of the lesson in silence.
As Slughorn tells us to pack up, I stuff my book in my bag and fish out my Latin dictionary and flick through to 's'.
"You coming, Lily?" James calls, waiting by the door.
"One second." I mutter, as I run my finger down the page.
"Sectum."
To cut.
Sectumsempra.
"For Enemies."
I really have lost my old friend.
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